🎵 Yonkers (Live From Bonnaroo, 2016) // by Tyler, The Creator

6 ContributorsYonkers (Live From Bonnaroo, 2016) Lyrics [Intro: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper] Uh, Wolf Haley, Golf Wang (Okay) Yo [Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd] I'm a fuckin' homosexual (What?), no, I'm not Threesomes at the motherfuckin' mall (Gettin' out them titties again) Reptar, put the titties away (Nope) Wearin' synthetic wigs that's made of Anwar's dreadlocks It's bedrock, I'm harder than the goddamn Flintstone Making crack rocks that's outta pussy nigga fishbones (Haha) That nigga Jay tryna get grown About five, seven of his hoes in my bedroom (Hey) Swallow the cinnamon, I'ma scribble this sin and shit While Syd is tellin' me that she's been getting intimate with men I said "Syd, shut the fuck up" Now, here's the number to my thеrapist (Shit) You tell him all your problems, he's fuckin' awеsome with listenin' (Haha) [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)] It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang It's the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, Golf Wang It's the motherfuckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) It's the Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd] Alright Jesus called, he said he's sick of the disses I told him to quit bitchin', this isn't a fuckin' hotline For a fuckin' shrink, nigga, I already got mine And he's not fuckin' workin', I think I'm wastin' my damn time I'm clockin' three past six and goin' postal This the revenge of the dicks, that's nine cocks that cock .9's This ain't no V. Tech shit, or Columbine But after bowling, I went home for some damn Adventure Time, ayo (What'd you do, Tyler?) I slipped myself some pink Xannies (Yeah) And danced around the house in all-over print panties My mom is gone, that fuckin' bitch will never understand me I'm not gay, I just wanna hang out with Golf (What?) But fuck her, Wolf Haley robbin' 'em I'll crash that fuckin' airplane that that faggot nigga B.o.B is in And I will fuck Bruno Mars in his goddamn esophagus And will not stop until I cum (I'm here, whoa) I'm an overachiever, so how about I start a team of leaders And pick up Stevie Wonder to be the wide receiver? Now, that's green paper, gold teeth, and pregnant golden retrievers All I want, fuck money, diamonds, and bitches, don't need 'em But where the fat ones at? I got somethin' to feed 'em It's some cooking books, the nigga kids never wanted to read 'em My Golf back is green ch-ch-chia fuckin' leaves It's been a couple months And Tina still ain't perm her fuckin' weave Damn [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Jasper, Jasper, (Crowd)] It's the motherfuckin' Golf Wang, the Golf Wang The Golf Wang, the Golf Wang, the Golf Wang It's the motherfuckin' Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) The Golf (Wang), the Golf (Wang) [Bridge: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, (Crowd)] Alright I'ma have y'all screamin' out some stupid shit Can I get a motherfuckin' Jasper? (Jasper) I said alright, alright, alright (Alright, alright, alright) Said Hallelujah (Hallelujah) Ha, it's on you, Jas' Can I get a motherfuckin' hot-dog? (Hot-dog) A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga (A-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-ga) Ew (Ew) Now scream! (Woo) Motherfucker! [Verse 3: Tyler, The Creator, Jasper, Both, Crowd] They say success is the best revenge So I beat DeShay up with the stack of magazines I'm in Oh, not again, another critic writing report I'm stabbin' any bloggin' faggot hipster with a pitchfork Still suicidal, I am I'm Wolf, Tyler put this fuckin' knife in his hand And I'm Wolf, Ace gon' put that fuckin' hole in his head And I'm Wolf, that was me who shoved a cock in your bitch, faggot (What the fuck, man?) Fuck the fame and all the hype, G I just wanna know if my father would ever like me But I don't give a fuck, so he's probably just like me And that's a motherfuckin' (Goblin)